The light and shadow flickered before her eyes. Wei Anning had been standing in the yard for over half an hour. She was wearing a T-shirt, and the late night dew chilled her to the bone, causing goosebumps to rise all over her skin.
Out of sheer stubbornness, she refused to go inside.
If Leng Youchen wouldn't come out to coax her, she'd rather spend the entire night standing outside.
As the lights intertwined and shadows danced, someone approached against the light. She didn't raise her head, clenching her teeth tightly with frustration. Leng Youchen's indifferent turn from earlier still vividly lingered before her, deepening her sense of grievance.
Someone stopped in front of her, placing a cigarette-scented suit jacket over her shoulders. She was instantly enveloped by its warmth, thawing her cold body.
